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HATING HER KING A Letter For Guinevere
Guinevere ran off into the castle, headed to her bedchamber. As soon as he had sent her on her way, Alexander walked to the edge of the field, even as the sword valet approached him. Edmund came to him. Alexander handed his sword to the young valet at his side and began to massage his bruised palm. Unlearned as she was, Guinevere had delivered a hard blow that punished his little finger. The fault was his; he had held his sword incorrectly for a moment. The valet bowed and hurried away."Your Majesty," Edmund bowed upon arrival. "Lord Denney has come calling."At such a late hour? The evening sun was almost gone, casting a pink glow across the sky. His uncle was evidently too eager to confront him, not even bothering to wait for the new day. His urgency told that he had made a new discovery and could not contain his impatience. Why had he come in such haste?He turned to Edmund. "Entertain him and have him wait for me. Yes, I am now in a better mood now, however, I still am a thread a
Last Updated : 2024-10-18HATING HER KING Fair Warning
"Of course." Denney said, seating himself without being asked. "I have come for a rather delicate issue.""Hmm." Alexander responded, picking up the bank statement for the foundation house and studying it. "I am willing to hear whatever delicate issue you have, but be mindful - I am not in the greatest of moods. Best be wary with your words and actions.""Of course." He coughed lightly. "I was very surprised to discover that you had sent a dinner invitation to Lady Wilmot, and I am more appalled that my invitation seemed to have been lost. I could not help but question your reasoning," Denney said. "Considering you had sworn that she would never again set foot on castle grounds." He paused. "Why did you do that?"Alexander did not lift his head. "Am I to tell you of all my dealings?""You misconstrue my words." Denney replied."I do not believe so.""What I mean_""Tell me," Alexander said, replacing the statement on the table and walking over to Denney. "Do you suppose your constant
Last Updated : 2024-10-18HATING HER KING A Shocking Kiss
Gwen nodded thoughtfully and slowly leaned on the fallboard. She was intrigued. A foundation house? Charity? The royal household was involved in charity. It was surprising. Alexander was a self-absorbed man who took pride in his crown and position, and he did not fail to remind everyone at every given situation. Except for his proper kingly duties, she did not think him capable of catering to others."You seem surprised." Alexander remarked.Did he notice her thoughts? "I do not." She said tersely. Then quickly added. "Does it cause any strain to the royal family?"Alexander hesitated, and Gwen saw that he was struggling to keep his laughter hidden. She was appalled."I should think not," he said, "or else it would be said that we are poor."She gasped, shocked. "That is not what I meant. I_""The foundation is in the name of the king," he interrupted. "But many help to sponsor it. Carlisle supports it massively.""Lord Carlisle? He is a good man." Gwen mused aloud. She thought of how
Last Updated : 2024-10-19HATING HER KING Interruption
***It was unbelievable!Alexander could hardly comprehend what was happening. Guinevere was kissing him back, truly kissing him back. Yes, she had done so before, but it had felt strained, as if he had to coax her into it. This time was different. There was no hesitation, no reluctance. She was kissing him willingly, without his command.His heart pounded in his chest, and his blood warmed with a rush of exhilaration. The knowledge that she was responding to him with genuine desire sent a thrilling vibration through him. It felt as if all the tension and longing that had built up between them, built up in him that day, was finally being released."Oh, Guinevere." Her name left his lips before he could even realize it. He kissed her deeper, his eagerness pushing him to the edge, but he quickly slowed down, careful not to rush her and frighten her away. It was a battle with his will to remain calm while she was in his embrace, to restrain himself from kissing her as passionately as he
Last Updated : 2024-10-19HATING HER KING Life Is Not Fair
Guinevere was afraid. She was shaken, yet, it wasn't the recent events that troubled her most. She was scared of what had happened before, something she had fled from in the past and continued still to evade. Something that scares her to continue running."Guinevere…""Can I leave?" Guinevere interrupted. Alexander remained silent, watching her intently. Without waiting for his permission, she turned and started away."You are running!" He called out suddenly. And it was the truth."What?" Guinevere stopped in her tracks, turning back to face him. She was appalled."You are running.""I am not.""Yes, you are. You are running and have always been running.""Your words cannot provoke me to stay." She began once more for the door.That was not his intention. He rose and went after her. As she opened the door, he pushed it back, closing it. "Only a moment ago, you said you do not know what you feel. That you do not know why your body responds to me this way. I think you do.""I do not."
Last Updated : 2024-10-20HATING HER KING Homecoming
May 1827Brand stood on the deck of the ship as it approached the port, the salty sea breeze ruffling his long hair. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the water and the bustling docks. Seagulls took flight as the ship neared, only to settle on other waiting vessels and the rocks at the edge of the port.As the ship drew closer to land, he could see the figures of dockworkers, merchants, and other people acquainted with the port moving with practised efficiency. They were unloading cargo and preparing for the day ahead. The view was a well-orchestrated dance of labour that welcomed him at all times.Brand inhaled deeply, and exhaled as greatly, the salty smell tingling his senses. When the wind blew again, his hair responded, whipping around his face. He quickly bound it at the back of his head. Alexander would have a fit over how long it had gotten. The thought made him smile.He would never admit it, but he did miss his brother whenever he was at sea. Alex
Last Updated : 2024-10-20HATING HER KING The Old Path
The bustling and loud noise was not restricted to the port alone. The air around him vibrated with life, created from a symphony of sounds and sights. Vendors called out their wares, the smell of fresh bread and roasting meat mingling with the stale odour of rotting items consumed him. Children darted from corners, running past him and laughing as they played their games. He smiled at them. In their stalls, merchants and buyers haggled over prices, their exchanges adding to the noise.It was quite easy for him to move through the crowd; his tall frame provided a natural immunity to the jostling throng. Still, he would have preferred to walk the streets without the incessant noise.The cobblestones beneath his boots had been worn smooth by years of use, and the stalls looked as old as the market itself, their weathered facades bearing silent witness to countless transactions over the years. It hadn't been long since he was on land, so not much had changed. In truth, nothing had changed
Last Updated : 2024-10-21HATING HER KING The Royal Burial Place
But his behaviour was baffling. How could he act as if nothing had happened between them? She touched her lips. How could he so easily return from his travels and refuse to see her? She couldn't understand his indifference, and it both infuriated and saddened her.She did not care for his attention nor his lessons in weaponry and combat!She did not care if he listened anymore to her renditions!!It did not matter if he conversed with her or not!!!It was a good thing, was it not, that he stayed away from her? So why had she felt disappointed when he did not come to teach her about combat? When he did not invite her to the piano room, or bother to visit the room while she was there? She wanted him to listen to the recent music she had learned to play, and to receive his approval at her handling of the sword.Before his travels, Alexander had given her several music sheets, and while he was away, Gwen had practised diligently to keep her days occupied. She had poured herself into learn
Last Updated : 2024-10-21
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HATING HER KING Epilogue 3
Alexander grunted loudly, his body lurching forward. He sat up at once, grabbing a hank of her hair, blinded by passion. He was gasping for air. With her tongue, Guinevere scraped and laved at him, pushing him higher, closer to that cliff's edge where he knew she intended to take him. She pulled back, and rubbed her thumb over his tip. He moaned savagely, his control unravelling, as he now was at the edge. At once, he moved, and she was beneath him, in his arms, with her hair sprayed out and her eyes regarding him with lust and danger and love, breathing as heavily as him. Under the moonlight, she shone like something divine, radiant and marvellously breathtaking. In that instant, he knew with certainty, she was everything he had ever desired. No one else could ever hold his heart the way she now did. He was entirely, irrevocably hers. Was this the perfect view of the world? Was this the perfection of the world? If it was, then the world - his world - was the most perfect. He
HATING HER KING Epilogue 2
***Guinevere led him, and he followed, trailing behind until they reached the grove – his secret place. He stood at the edge, where she had left him, watching her. She laid out her shawl on the ground and pulled the pins from her hair, tossing them away, moving with such grace, her gown fluttering about her like a whisper carried on the night breeze. Alexander inhaled when her golden locks tumbled free from their confinement, cascading down like liquid sunlight.Above them, the branches swayed in the breeze, responding almost as violently as his body did to the sight of her. Her jewellery glinted softly in the silver light, while her hair shimmered in its glow. She moved toward him, her eyes locked with his, and his heart became erratic. He wished the moon would shine brighter, so he could be thoroughly lost in the depths of her eyes – those enchanting blue pools. In that instant, he realized that more than her golden hair, he had come to love her eyes. He loved how she looked at him
HATING HER KING Epilogue 1
September 1827Alexander's fingers mimicked hers on the opposite side of the piano, its deeper tones providing a rich contrast to the lighter melodies from her side. Soon, he eased away, and she smoothly transitioned from duet to solo, her touch effortlessly commanding the keys.Their guests watched, and she played.It was a ball to celebrate the change of seasons. Fall had finally arrived as did the harvest, and it was tradition to celebrate it. There had never been such a celebration since Alexander became king, she was told, as he had long abandoned it. Gwen had been eager to revive the tradition. They had gone hunting during the day, and now, held a feast to celebrate. She was relieved to see that he was, despite his protest, thoroughly enjoying himself.They had left the main ballroom for the piano room, where still, some guests followed.She was enjoying herself as well.For days, Alexander had patiently and consistently guided her through the complexities of the nation's affair
HATING HER KING The Deed Was Done
***Gwen lay in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking, her body still thrumming with the fervour of their union. Slowly her breathing came to her and she could breathe again. Afterwards, sanity drifted and met her in Alexander's bed. She began to realize that she had just experienced passion – with her husband!Naked in his arms, her cheek nestled against the warmth of Alexander's chest, one hand resting on him. His arm was draped possessively around her, with one of her legs caught between both of his. His hand sat on her bare waist.Her smile came.Good gracious! She had made love to her husband, and it was the most extraordinary feeling she had ever known. She was drifting with ecstasy, her heart swelling with love. Slowly, she licked her lips and shyly raised her eyes to Alexander's face.He was watching her, regarding with a tender expression. Her heart leaped wildly. His deep blue eyes darkened, searching hers."You seem pleased." He murmured.Gwen knew she flushed. She was pl
HATING HER KING Yes Alexander, Please
Before she could protest further, he picked her up, and she shrieked at the sudden movement. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as his hands went firmly to hold her buttocks. Beads of sweat formed on his temples, his blood heating with desire. He started for the bed.As they sank onto the mattress, he flung the sheets aside and positioned himself between her legs, his lips immediately finding her neck. He kissed the sensitive spot just above her collarbone, and down to her breasts until his mouth closed around a nipple.Her breath caught as she arched upward, unknowingly pushing herself to him. He agreed and continued, sucking slowly, again and again, and pulled."Ooh." She gasped and collapsed back onto the bed. When he kissed the space between her breasts, she giggled."Do I make jest?" He asked, aware of how rough his voice had become. His need for her was explosive, and he wondered if she understood the effect she was having on him. He kissed beneath her left breast,
HATING HER KING I Want You To... To Touch Me
***Gwen sank into the settee, and Alexander followed, sliding closer to her. His eyes ran the expanse of her body slowly from her head down to her waist, and she felt herself softening under the intensity of his look. His eyes burned with passion and desire."You do not know how you look right now."She averted her gaze, her toes curling beneath her night garment. "How do I look?"Alexander gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. His dark brows lifted. "I shall never tell. It is my secret." Then, with a grin, he kissed the tip of her nose. She clenched her hands, breathing out sharply. He paused. "Are you scared?"The fire in his eyes was blazing, and she no longer spoke of the reflection from the fireplace. His tone was casual, but the question was not in the least. He was serious, and she knew it.Gwen blinked, slowly relaxing her grip. "There is nothing to be afraid of." She said, meaning her words. They pleased him.Alexander moved even closer, his voice dropping. "
HATING HER KING The First Night Together
"Close the door behind you." His voice reverberated through the chamber, deep and commanding. Gwen shuddered and not from fear.She exhaled slowly, her erratic heart leaping with a strange, pleasant feeling. She was curious now of what was to come. Underneath her night garment, a warmth began. Her thoughts briefly wandered to that day in her bedchamber, when he had touched her on the table. She flushed, surprised at herself.Slowly, she closed the door. "Is it not rude to leave our guests to themselves?" Her voice was quieter than she had wanted.A breeze drifted through the room, rustling the open curtains. Alexander emerged from the chair, bringing a candle with his rise. "I am the king," he replied, "my authority grants me the right to be rude." He set the candle atop the fireplace and turned to face her. Gwen swallowed hard.He had only his dress shirt on, having rid himself of his jacket and waistcoat. The top buttons were left undone, revealing his bare chest. Gwen's eyes were d
HATING HER KING The Wedding Dinner
One week later.The air was thick with the mingling sounds of chatter and gay laughter, and the clinking of glasses controlled every breath. Elegantly and warmly dressed guests sat to dinner and topics of conversation were never in lack. Lord Michaelson and a couple other gentlemen raised their glasses in a raucous cheer. Lady Carlisle giggled to something Carlisle whispered.It was well past 7 p.m., and though the wedding had ended hours ago, the wedding dinner was anywhere but. Alexander sat at the head of the table, sawing absentmindedly at the slab of meat on his plate. He picked the tiny piece and shoved it into his mouth, only to realize he had eaten a tomato. He did not care. His thoughts were elsewhere. And so were his eyes. They were fixed on Guinevere – his wife.He was openly gawking and he gave no care.Her smile was effortlessly charming, her appearance impeccable. She commanded the space about her and her presence filled the room. She sat at the other end of the room, ca
HATING HER KING I Will Never Leave You
***The doormen eased the door open, and Gwen slipped inside as quietly as she could, giving a small nod to Edmund and Paula. They bowed in return. At the far end of the room, Alexander sat on his throne, his elbow resting on the armrest, his head leaning into his hand. She had come to recognize the posture all too well. He was brooding.Since the moment Gwen had awoken, thoughts of Alexander had filled her mind, and as soon as she learned that the proceedings had ended and he had dismissed the court, she felt an overwhelming urge to be near him, to ensure he was not consumed in the thoughts of his sentence, and to offer whatever comfort she could.It was great that she had come.Gwen moved slowly, closing the distance between them, silently placing one foot before the other. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her hands clenched involuntarily.The large room was unusually dark, even for the afternoon, and far colder than the weather warranted. Why had the curtains bee
